On the third floor of the clock, Tanya was huddled in a corner of the room, clutching her knees, her embarrassed face resting against her leg. "I can't believe I'll be sullied by that man."
'Although he seemed to not want to fight either... A shame, unlike me, he can't surrender when he's tired. So, it's best for him to get stronger quickly,' Tanya thought.
On his way to the third floor, Mikahil paused, looking around. He saw a window and said, "I'll finish this before Praia wakes up."
After a few more minutes and taking the opportunity to rest a bit in front of a door, he stood up, a small mist of ice forming around him. Upon opening the door, he was met with a woman standing on the other side of the room, motionless with her arms crossed. "So, Tanya really lost to you, very well... Nice to meet you, I'm Dina."